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there is very rarely a moment when gunwoo’s thoughts aren’t racing around his mind, spinning, bouncing around his brain like a tornado.
from the moment he wakes up to the moment his head hits the pillow, they are constant. what he needs to achieve that day, that month, in his life. he’s sure that this is a feeling that most 25 year olds have, except his are thoughts of vengeance, rather than career development.
the one time his thoughts slow down, they never go away but stop spinning, organise themselves into a to-do list in his mind, is when he’s training. running with woojin, training with him, eating with him. knowing that woojin has the same thoughts allows his mind to rest because someone else is there to share the load.
so when he cracks one eye open to the dim light in mr oh’s living room one morning and his thoughts don’t come rushing in, he takes the opportunity to relish in it. of course, the first thing he realises is that the alarm clock is not singing it’s shrill song like it does every morning, but for once, he doesn’t investigate. this state of half-sleep too good, too rare.
without opening his eyes, he rolls over to woojin’s side of the makeshift bed on the floor. his mind with only one thought, comfort. he grabs his pillow and moves it next to woojin’s, so his head can be closer to the other’s. next, he lifts his blanket up to cover woojin as well, doing the same with woojin’s so they are now sharing the warmth from both.
without touching, gunwoo nestles his head behind woojin’s shoulders, the warmth from the other’s body sending him so close back into sleep.
but he finds his arms are uncomfortable, all squished up by his sides. so he drapes one over woojin’s waist, shuffling closer still to his friend’s body.
he feels woojin twist a little towards him. he lets out a tired groan and with little grace, turns himself over to face gunwoo, not removing his friend’s arm from his waist. instead, woojin also throws an arm over gunwoo’s shoulders, bringing them closer still. gunwoo’s face is now flush with his friend’s warm neck, taking in the faint smell of generic body wash and skin. this is perfect, he thinks.
“what time is it?” woojin speaks quietly into the dark room.
“dunno. early” gunwoo mumbles back, warm breath hitting woojin’s collarbone.
woojin nuzzles closer into gunwoo’s hair in response, arms slightly tightening around his shoulders. slipping his hand through the loose arm hole of gunwoo’s vest, his fingers lightly trace circles over the ripples of gunwoo’s bare back. his friend shuffles closer, entangling his feet with his own, sighing deeply into the skin of woojin’s neck.
woojin places a kiss on gunwoo’s head, groaning again but this time, in content from the warm position he finds himself in.
“this is nice.” he whispers, taking in the scent of gunwoo.
“so good, hyung.” gunwoo says in response, lips grazing the skin where woojin’s shoulder meets his neck. woojin’s body melts into gunwoo’s in response, removing his hand from his shoulders, he slips the material of the sleep shirt up and places his palm flush with gunwoo’s lower back. gunwoo’s body moves closer automatically, every contour of each other now pressed together.
gunwoo starts to kiss lightly over woojin’s neck and woojin tilts his head upwards to give gunwoo more space to work with. he moves from the small dip between his shoulder to the length behind his ear, woojin trying hard to stay still as if to not break the moment. gunwoo moves back down to woojin’s collarbones, finally resting on his adams apple. he lets instinct take over and bites slightly, licking over the place immediately.
woojin scratches over gunwoo’s lower back with blunt nails and gunwoo whines softly in response. he lowers his hand just slightly to slip below the waistband of gunwoo’s sleep shorts, not going lower but a question almost, of more.
‘hyung.’ gunwoo’s lips are pressed against woojin’s neck while he speaks and woojin’s already sleepy mind needs more.
‘tell me.’ woojin mumbles, his own lips resting on gunwoo’s forehead.
‘hm?’ gunwoo replies, confused.
woojin shuffles down so he’s facing gunwoo, lifting his hand from his lower back to gently run the pads of his fingers over gunwoo’s features, moving his hair from his eyes despite them still being closed.
he moves forward, pressing barely there kisses where his fingers just were, humming sweet words along the warm skin of gunwoo’s cheeks.
‘gunwoo-ya, so pretty, so good.’ he can hear, feel gunwoo’s breath hitching with each compliment.
his hand extends over gunwoo’s cheek, the one with the scar, his thumb placed just under his jaw. gunwoo opens his eyes slightly, looking into woojin’s.
‘tell me.’ woojin says again, placing a soft kiss on gunwoo’s lips. gunwoo’s eyes flutter closed for a second.
‘tell you what, hyung?’ gunwoo’s voice is so small in the dim morning light. his eyes confused but wanting to understand.
woojin can’t help himself, he runs his thumb across gunwoo’s bottom lip, his eyes dropping to watch as the plump skin moves with the friction.
‘tell me what you want, gunwoo-ya.’ his eyes find gunwoo’s again as he says his name, feels gunwoo’s body tense up.
‘you. i want you.’ woojin can hear the desire in gunwoo’s voice and doesn’t hold back anymore, kissing him deeply and slowly, feeling gunwoo’s body go pliant beneath him.
gunwoo drinks woojin in, the older being much more experienced in kissing than he is so he follows his hyung’s lead. all gunwoo can do is give up his lips to woojin, his kisses, his touches feeling so good that whines of his name come naturally.
woojin’s hand finds gunwoo’s thigh, squeezing it to hear gunwoo’s breathy whines. he lifts it up across his hip, both men sighing when their cocks brush together with the new position. without a second of hesitation, he feels gunwoo roll his hips awkwardly to find purchase.
‘oh baby.’ he finds himself chuckling against gunwoo’s lips, he’s endeared by the desperation. he moves his own thigh between gunwoo’s legs, slides his hand up to gunwoo’s ass and aids his friend’s movements.
‘ah hyung, hyung, woojin hyung.’ gunwoo is so sensitive already, allowing himself to be moved by woojin’s strong grip, barely kissing back anymore because he’s overwhelmed by how good everything feels.
woojin tucks gunwoo’s head back into his neck so he can whisper praise into his friend’s ear.
‘good boy, well done, using my body to feel good, huh?’ he feels gunwoo pant against him, hot and wet.
after a few more minutes, he feels gunwoo’s movements become erratic. taking this chance to take over for him, woojin presses him closer, moves him faster against his own body to help.
‘good boy, you gonna cum for me? cum in your shorts for me? just from my thigh?’
gunwoo groans low at the words, almost making woojin tip over the edge. he feels gunwoo’s lips move as if saying something but he’s pretty sure it’s just garbled words now. in a quick moment, he feels gunwoo tense up, his head sliding down to his chest as he whimpers, sobs woojin’s name into the bare skin there.
woojin brings his hand up from gunwoo’s ass, smoothing it over his head, placing more kisses to soothe him. they don’t move until gunwoo stops rutting against woojin’s thigh.
‘let’s get these off, huh?’ woojin says sweetly, peeling the sleep shorts from gunwoo’s body and shoving them down the bottom of their sleep mats. he seizes the opportunity to touch gunwoo, half to clean him up, half to finally get his fingers around his cock.
‘h-hyung…sensitive.’ he hears gunwoo whine into his chest and he chuckles, always so cute. his fingers wipe up the cum still on gunwoo’s cock and leans away from gunwoo so he can look into his eyes as he licks his fingers clean.
gunwoo is starstruck for a second, before rushing to kiss woojin, wanting to taste himself in woojin’s mouth.
‘that was so dirty, gunwoo-ya.’ a teasing grin on his face. ‘now turn around, let hyung finish against your ass.’ he places a small kiss on his nose before gunwoo flips his body over and presses his ass into woojin’s crotch.
woojin smooths his hand over gunwoo’s waist, both of them sweaty but not caring, they get sweaty everyday anyway. his hand travels up gunwoo’s chest, brushing his nipples and taking note of the jolt that runs through gunwoo’s body for later. he feels gunwoo’s hand twist awkwardly, trying to pull down woojin’s own sleep shorts.
‘what are you trying to achieve, baby?’ woojin chuckles, whispering against the shell of gunwoo’s ear. ignoring the shiver it sends down his spine, gunwoo mumbles into woojin’s other arm:
‘wanna feel you against me, hyung.’ with this, woojin kisses the skin beneath gunwoo’s ear in possessiveness. he shoves his shorts down, kicking them to join gunwoo’s, and presses into the warm skin of gunwoo’s ass. both sighing at the skin to skin connection.
woojin grabs gunwoo’s chin to tilt it up to kiss him slow, lips moving with the agonising pace of his hips against gunwoo’s body. after a while trapped in this moment, gunwoo pulls back to say something. woojin doesn’t hear though, too busy taking in this fucked out version of gunwoo. his messy hair, his almost closed eyes, his swollen lips. it takes gunwoo kissing him again to snap him back.
‘hyung. please use my thighs. please. they’re so wet and i wanna feel you.’ woojin’s head drops to gunwoo’s shoulders.
‘where did you learn to speak like that, woo-ya? i didn’t know your dirty talk was more dangerous than your left hook.’
they reposition themselves and as woojin slides his clock between gunwoo’s thighs, he knows he won’t last long.
ever earnest, gunwoo matches woojin’s rhythm easily and woojin quickly loses his grip on reality. his mouth sucking and biting at gunwoo’s neck, cherishing every moan his friend makes.
‘h-hyung.’ he hears gunwoo breathe.
‘yeah baby.’ he grunts in reply.
‘hard again. wanna cum again.’ gunwoo moves woojin’s hand from his hip and places it on his already hard cock. woojin is going to die by gunwoo’s hands, he knows it.
‘you’re killing me, woo. gonna go hard n fast okay, wanna finish at the same time.’ he feels gunwoo nod enthusiastically against him. his hand beneath gunwoo’s body reaches tentatively to caress gunwoo’s neck, testing the waters.
‘is this okay, gunwoo?’ he slows his hips, wanting to make sure he doesn’t miss any sign of hesitance.
‘please hyung. woojin, want it.’ the look in gunwoo’s eyes is filled with desperation, excitement, fondness. woojin goes ahead.
he pumps gunwoo’s cock at the same pace as he thrusts his own between gunwoo’s wet thighs. his hand gripping gunwoo’s neck and releasing in a similar pattern. his lips, teeth grazing at gunwoo’s nape, losing himself in the other completely.
as promised, they both cum together, gunwoo shaking through his second orgasm as woojin comes down from his own. woojin recovers faster and instantly shuffles down to envelope gunwoo’s softening cock in his mouth, not letting a drop go to waist.
gunwoo pulls woojin off with a sharp tug of his hair, the older chuckling breathlessly. he opens up gunwoo’s shaky thighs, licking obscenely at his own release. he allows himself to dip further between gunwoo’s legs to his ass, placing kittenish licks ever so close.
‘ya, hyung. wait until lunch at least?’ with a smile, woojin kisses gunwoo’s thigh and moves back up to lay on his back next to his friend. thoroughly spent and oh so relaxed. much to his joy, gunwoo twists into him again in a sweet cuddle, pulling the blanket up to cover them both.
they lay there in silence, listening to each others breathing.
‘love you hyung.’ gunwoo whispers in the brighter living room. woojin smiles, heart full. he clasps his fingers with gunwoo’s.
‘love you so much, gunwoo-ya.’